Captain – Chapter 509 – The Guide

Crimson wine and exquisite pastries were successively brought to the table as the wooden door opened and closed. Except for the absence of elegant music, it was almost indistinguishable from a private gathering of upper imperial nobility, with no trace of pirate barbarism.

“The remains of giant creatures, stone tablets inscribed with strange writing…”

Softly repeating what Roy had described seeing on that lonely island, Vivian, who had led this journey, frowned slightly as she put down her wine glass and shook her head: “No, neither the Lady nor I saw such sights at that time.”

Just as the captain had felt initially, for Vivian, tricks like direction confusion and reversing paths were nothing but the lowest of the low, not worth mentioning. Even the ancient battlefield-like scenery only slightly surprised her.

Not to mention her journey while still human, this blood-craver had been wandering the world for hundreds of years, and during this time, had constantly accompanied the Lady.

Information that was considered secret to present-day mortals, and even transcendent beings, was merely accessible history in her eyes.

“But I think the secret place you ‘accidentally entered’ wasn’t actually a so-called ancient battlefield.”

As everyone present was curious about those giant creature remains, the young woman calmly explained: “It was just where the ancient deities, through unfathomable means, preserved the already withered eternal beings in stone statues.”

“And then sent them to this hidden burial ground.”

Feeling that everyone still showed some confusion, the blood-craver’s normally emotionless face couldn’t help but show a trace of helplessness, feeling that explaining ancient history to people of the present world was like speaking in code to laypeople—nothing could be omitted.

“The mythology of the present world is incomplete, but it should mention that those aberrations who fought with deities for control of the world, besides having insane destructive desires in life, remained unwilling to rest after death and would cause extremely terrifying calamities.”

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“Just like the black dragon Nidhogg, seen by the gods as the greatest threat and killed as their first target. At the moment of its death, it triggered boundless black fog and fiery rain falling from the sky, consuming countless lives.”

“Even though the gods immediately responded by petrifying its body, it was already too late.”

“After that, they began to use black stone that could block everything to seal the giant creatures’ remains in advance. I just never imagined that the legendary unreachable burial ground would be in the Death Silence Triangle, on that lonely island.”

After hearing this, everyone present finally understood, showing thoughtful expressions.

No wonder in that strange mountain range, only the black dragon named Nidhogg still maintained a proud posture, while the other monsters appeared collapsed and withered. So there was such an ancient story.

Recalling the giant dragon that still held its head high even in death, Roy thought silently, but her thoughts and feelings were quickly interrupted by Vivian.

“Captain Roy, whether it’s the burial ground or those withered monsters, neither has much connection to our current journey. I’m just curious about the writing you mentioned earlier, inscribed on those stone tablets. Could you elaborate?”

Logically, after this explanation, matters concerning this burial island should be concluded, because according to the blood-craver’s plan, the island was just a meeting point.

She hadn’t expected that the captain’s group would go ashore on their own, not only entering a strange place by mistake but also encountering the Night Curtain captain, nearly disrupting the entire plan.

But…

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For some reason, she had a vague feeling.

That Roy’s group entering the burial ground wasn’t purely coincidental, but seemed like some kind of destined event. If one were to be more conspiratorial, these “coincidences” and “destinies” might all be arrangements by someone behind the scenes.

And those stone tablets and their inscriptions were the key.

“Well…”

Hearing this, Roy smiled awkwardly, her gaze shifting several times between her First Mate at her side and the man in the seat of honor, saying: “I couldn’t understand those writings at all. Instead, these two could strangely read them without any instruction.”

Feeling the concentrated gazes, Caine didn’t look at Enzo once, as if treating him as thin air. After a brief contemplation, he recounted the contents of the stone tablets on his own, not forgetting to supplement the slight differences in the writing style between the front and back.

“So, the earlier stone tablets were all filled with unimportant nonsense.”

Seemingly wanting to clarify the thoughts for Vivian, seeing her fall into contemplation after hearing the young man’s narrative, Richi, who had been quietly listening, took a sip of his wine and said hoarsely: “The key is, who exactly is this guide?”

The guide he referred to was certainly the being who wrote about “heaven and hell.”

“Not entirely.”

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Listening to the youth’s analysis, the blood-craver young woman shook her head, negating his view about the front tablets, explaining: “At least those explorers told us that the path to the divine object doesn’t exist, or rather…”

“It did exist, but before they came, it had already been severed for unknown reasons. Of course, there’s also a possibility that it only appeared broken to them.”

Different from Roy’s deduction, according to the young woman, those great people who buried Aegis didn’t close all escape routes, perhaps because with their endless wisdom, they had already considered today’s situation.

From this perspective, the inconsistent contents of the stone tablets subtly connected.

The path to the divine object still exists, but before the devil’s enemies or followers arrived, it was twisted by an invisible force. That could be the power of time, or it could be the means of some aberration left there by that devil.

But judging solely by the results, Roy was certain that this matter must be related to her ancestor.

And either after those people had come, or even earlier, that guide arrived at the lonely island, either finding the already distorted path or simply standing by the sea, seeing through the truth behind the fog, and then leaving those inscriptions.

The path was never severed, only chaotic and twisted, no longer equally kind to all beings, accessible only to the destined one. But even so, you still cannot distinguish which of the artificially divided paths leading to heaven and hell…

Which would lead to the divine object, or rather, whether there is truly a correct answer at all.

Or is it just a deception?

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Those sitting in the room were no ordinary people, so through brief organization and communication, they confirmed the above deductions. However, the most important question remained unanswered—the identity and purpose of the guide seemed like the most profound mystery.

Because the answer to the riddle was difficult to solve, after reaching relatively superficial conclusions, the conference room fell into prolonged silence. These extraordinary individuals, whether in the islands or the entire world, began to unravel the threads.

From every possible level, they sought traces related to that guide.

A person’s existence in the world leaves traces, but if one is completely unfamiliar with that person, then even if everyone present was remarkable, finding clues would be like searching for a needle in the sea—a nearly impossible goal.

Fortunately, the man in the seat of honor had some speculation after long contemplation.

Once thoughts begin to spread, they cannot be contained.

However, before he could share his guess, Vivian suddenly thought of something, slightly furrowing her brow. She looked at him and Caine in turn, asking in a slightly deep voice: “Speaking of which, why can you two understand that kind of writing?”

Seeing the two men, who hadn’t acknowledged each other since entering the conference room, unconsciously exchange glances, the young woman suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition and asked somewhat urgently: “Was there a trigger, or do you remember…”

“What language was that writing?”